Light pulled that shade apart with hands made of sun
Why does the frost sit there
cold fingers splayed apart and wrapped round my own
and snow
I'm locked inside a house I built here of stone
still thoughts keep slipping out the walls
Your jumper tied around my waste like a belt
of wool
I'm dead weight
I don't feel right I don't
Too long to wait
Time will tear us apart
Fine lines will draw us to halves
You said that I was in my
own world way up in the
vast empty sky
I smiled then fell in your arms
it isn't long before we part
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